All the cramming, all the nua-ing, all the sleeping, all the suppers...
It has come to this. I shan't say much, I myself gotta catch some sleep, say my final prayers and enter the gas chamber tomorrow morning. If you don't die of the cold, or the heat, the paper will finish you off. If you're still not dead, that stupid question which you thought wasn't important or didn't bother read up will come to haunt you until you go crazy and end up in Woddbridge.
You can bring the whole library in, but the library can't fit the exam hall.
Ok, crapping too much. All the best everyone. Remember, we suffer so much to have a better future. Or think of it this way, it's the last time you're gonna see these notes, may as well take a long good last look before you burn n drink them.
Tomorrow, Darwin's theory will stand strong.
THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE